Vajra, spin! gently through the entrails
spear the cancer like a golden pin!
the motion of the hollow spire rings
each bar a chord and a prayer!
Vajra, there! kill before it bleeds
fling it towards a thousand cleaning stars
repair your entrance once you have retired
send me off to sleep through every door
wake me and you'll see my face no more!
by Ilyn
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